Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 272

**Chapter 272 We Got Something**

As dawn broke, a flicker of instinct compelled Dawn to lift her gaze. “What kind of conditions are we talking about?” she inquired, her voice steady yet laced with curiosity.

Margareth’s eyes blazed with an intensity that bordered on fury, the hint of red around the edges betraying her simmering emotions. “If I simply allow him to have died without seeking the truth, how could I possibly face him in the afterlife?” Her voice trembled, filled with a fierce urgency. “It doesn’t matter how much time he had left—I owe him justice, at the very least!”

Dawn could sense the weight of Margareth’s desperation, her resolve palpable in the air.

The audacity to send those people away? That required not just courage but also a significant amount of influence.

Dawn found herself momentarily at a loss, captivated by the fierce determination radiating from Margareth. She understood the profound pain of loss all too well. The thought that the fire from years past might conceal dark secrets made her heart constrict, as if caught in a tempestuous sea.

But…

“Girl…”

Margareth’s voice quivered as she turned, her body trembling slightly. She bowed deeply, her demeanor almost pleading. “If you promise me, I’ll do anything you ask. Anything at all. Can you do that for me?”

“Margareth!”

Dawn rushed forward, instinctively reaching out to steady her.

“Even if you choose not to share everything with me, I will uncover the truth,” Dawn asserted, her tone resolute. “But I cannot promise you what I might find along the way.”

The headquarters of Stonewarden Group loomed overseas, a titan of industry. If they could dismantle so many formidable domestic players and seize the western project, it was clear they possessed resources and power that transcended the ordinary.

Why did Ivan have to die?

What hidden truths had he stumbled upon?

No one could definitively say.

After a brief silence, Margareth nodded faintly, a look of bewilderment washing over her features.

“Just… try your best. That’s all I’m asking for,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The afternoon stretched on, sluggish and heavy, mirroring the oppressive weather that had settled over the past two days.

Still no word from Tony. Daniel might as well have been a ghost—he had yet to make an appearance.

Aside from keeping Margareth company, Dawn found herself with little to occupy her time.

Just as she contemplated stepping outside for a breath of fresh air, her phone buzzed to life. It was Janice.

“Are you really planning to stay in that backwater town?” Janice’s voice came through, tinged with an unusual edge. “Dawn, we’re supposed to be working. We can’t waste our time on an old artisan!”

“Yeah,” Dawn replied, her tone measured, “I know.”

“How long are you planning to stick around?”

“A couple of days,” she replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

After a pause, Janice’s tone shifted, growing more serious. “Is there something else you need to tell me?”

Janice had a knack for reading the room—if she was calling now, it was definitely not a casual chat.

“We found someone who was with Ivan the day before he died,” Tony announced, gulping down water as if to steady his racing heart.

“He had also been fired by Ms. West. He was terrified to speak up—thought he’d get into trouble.”

“He and Ivan had been patrolling the site the night before,” Tony continued, urgency in his voice. “They ran into the project manager. The manager had been taking kickbacks from a materials supplier and had agreed to use their subpar products. He’s sharp—he probably noticed something was off.”

Dawn’s brow furrowed. “But he only saw Ivan?”

“That’s what the witness claims. He was standing a bit inside, and it was dark. So the manager only caught a glimpse of Ivan.”

While it made sense on paper, something felt amiss to Dawn.

Tony caught the flicker of doubt on her face and frowned. “Ms. Porter? Is something bothering you?”

“If he was afraid of retaliation before he was fired, why didn’t he come forward sooner? Why wait until you showed up?”

“Maybe he feared repercussions while still employed,” Tony suggested, but his eyes held uncertainty.

“But once he left the project, wouldn’t the risk be even greater?”

If something were to happen to him now, the company could easily disavow any responsibility.

Tony scratched the back of his head, deep in thought. “When you put it that way… So, what’s our next move?”

Dawn took a moment to ponder, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on her shoulders.

… Yes, that was indeed a critical question.